Psychosomatic Purgatory (Melani)

[Humming Intro] [INTRO] Dragging feet across the floor One step feels like twenty more Psychosomatic, they say But what the fuck do they know anyway? [Instrumental Riff] [Verse 1] One fucking click and I'm ready to collapse Body's a prison, mind's a pile of crap Fatigue hits like a freight train to the skull Emotions? Flatlined. I'm emotionally null Docs and their tests, a fucking joke Negative results while I'm about to croak No answers, just shrugs and half-assed lies "It's all in your head" - yeah, that's where I'll die [Instrumental Riff] [Chorus] Psychosomatic, they scribble on their pads As if a word could encapsulate this mad Carousel of fatigue, this numbness in my chest Psychosomatic, they say, like I'm possessed [Verse 2] Chasing cures like mirages, a desert of doubt Each "breakthrough" just breaks me, leaves me inside out No answers, no roadmap, just an endless maze Where hope goes to die and frustration stays Therapy's a broken record, stuck on repeat Same old advice I could read off a tweet "Anxiety's not logical," - oh, the fucking irony Of paying you........ to tell me what's bloody wrong with me [Instrumental Riff] [Bridge] At least cancer gives you an expiration date Mental illness just leaves you to contemplate The irony of having to end it yourself When the rope's on standby, collecting dust on the shelf [Outro] Noose on standby, my lullaby, why try? Each day's a lie, I'm barely alive, mind fried They say "Just hang on,"......to what?....... This pain that's chronic?.......... This "psychosomatic" bullshit's fucking demonic >>>>>>> "Still breath," they preach, each speech like a leech Sucking life, slicing like a knife, relief out of reach Mental hell, flesh-bound cell, can't you tell? Death's spell might serve me well, break this carousel